Mother, Tell your children not to walk my way

Friday night = stilletos, fishnets, strong, strong, strong whiskey sours and a couple of redstripes for good measure all shaken up with a few good friends and spilled onto the dance floor at Club ID.

So much fun. I haven't danced that much or that hard in a long time. I even lost on of my favorite earings somehow in all the craziness. After they kicked us out of the club we drove (yeah, I know drove! that is very bad! But we have gotten quite good at driving drunk, I don't however condone this behavior, but you know...) down to El Farolito's for some nachos. Then drove Valerie home in one direction and Kevin home in the other. At 4 a.m. I was just getting home. I stripped off all my clothes and slid under the super soft jersey cotten sheets on my amazing bed (which last night was a reminder of just how amazing it really is) and prepared to go to sleep after a few drunken text messages went out. But fifteen minutes later Leslie came hobling into my room with one platform boot on and one off. There is a good 4 or 5 inches on those things so she hobbled up and down and made me laugh. Then she told me she had a problem. For a minute I thought it was something serious but then I found out it was just her boot. The zipper was stuck and she couldn't get it off, which sent me into fits of laughter. I prompted her to come sit on my bed as I was naked underneath the covers and wasn't about to parade around naked trying to get the zipper on her boot undone. I grabbed a pair of pliers which I keep in my "tools" drawer on my nightstand (don't ask) and started pulling down on the zipper. BUT the little zipper handle broke off. I had to reassess the situation. Then it came to me to cut a small piece of the leather that was caught in the zipper and work the zipper head up and off the leather. it eventually worked out I don't know how but it did and I was once again left in the dark, laying naked between my oh-so-soft sheets to sleep.

I need to have more nights like this but preferable not to be left alone in the end. I'm trying really hard not to be a prude but so far I'm not doing too well. I'm not sure if this is necessarily a good or a bad thing, either way I hope to have a similarily good time next friday when it all happens again.